guilt tripping

The week of eating like a glutton without shame has come to an end. Or at least need to before I balloon up any further. Took some pictures of myself took and ack! My face is so round now. Can't be the new hair cut which doesn't make that much of a difference to my face, only my boobies.

My hair no longer covers my boobies. *sniff
Last night was my last indulgence night as I cooked instant noodle with sausages and an egg for dinner. The coming week would be diet galore. Heck, even attempted to start back my diet plan at work today.
How did it go?

Was so hungry when I got to the office that I bought a cheese and egg sandwich. Finished it with my coffee.
Barely mid morning, the hunger pangs struck again. This time, got myself a spicy tuna sandwich. Also downed it with (more) coffee. Lunch got dragged later and later until I couldn't stand it at 1.30pm. Had a mandarin orange. For lunch. Yes, that was my lunch.

Guilt was getting the better of me by then that the hunger reduced. Guilt always catches me in the wrong place, wrong time.
But that's really how you look at it. After about 2 hours, I was hungry again and this time, it was back with a vengeance. Not sure if it was just a PMS or the coffee overdoes (had 2 big cups of it in the morning) that my back and lower abdomen started cramping quite bad. Made a quick dash to the loo but nothing . False alarm but I was writhing in pain. Can't tell if it's better for PMS to  make me crave for anything and everything or to have it make me loose my appetite and put me in so much pain. 

Nvm, pain is good. It teaches one to have higher tolerance. Builds up stamina. Whatever there is . I'm sure the pain will come to some good. Eventually. Surely.